Jiang Xiaoyu didn't want to talk to them at all. She was anxious to go back now for fear that the people who were ambushed around by Menglu had already stared at herself.

"I don't care what relationship you have with Xu Yiliang now, call him!" Xia Wei's tears ran across her face, making Jiang Xiaoyu feel pitiful and hateful.

"I don't have his cell phone number." Jiang Xiaoyu, to be honest, had written Xu Yiliang's note for a long time, and only a few important numbers were kept in her newly purchased mobile phone, not to mention that her bag was left in the car.

"Excuse! You dare not...